I used to write stories with my mind,
I laid them out on a paper,
And in each story i put a part of myself.
I used to write tales,
Build castles, forests,
And bards singing stories in my mind.
I didn't realize that my life was becoming a story,
Which im pretty sure if i told every detail of.
Nobody would believe.
My heart has written a story,
One full of love, pain, care and heartbreak.
And my soul has written stories plenty,
In the books of others.
And although my story is far from over and i have much to learn,
Every piece inside it,
Has started falling in place.
